Sometimes fortune smacks you right in the face. Such was my good luck last month when I went to visit a friend in the hospital.
After buying flowers, I wandered the halls looking for the room number. By mistake, I pushed open the door to the wrong room and peeked inside. There was a woman lying asleep in the bed, and a nurse was tending to her.
The nurse looked up and said, "Oh, glad you're here. Everything went fine. It was just a minor freezing procedure. She should wake up in a few minutes."
I stared at the woman, and thought she looked familiar. Then I realized she was our local TV news anchor woman, Donna Hawthorne, a very attractive newswoman who I'd seen many times on the evening news. Once before I had seen her in public, just passing by in a store, and she was strikingly lovely even though no longer young. Some women become more sexy as they age, and Donna Hawthorne was in that category.
Ms. Hawthorne was unconscious and lying on her back. The nurse was tending to her lower body area, and as I walked a little further into the room I saw that she had a gloved finger buried in Donna Hawthorne's vagina.
The nurse spoke to me, "Be sure to stay with her until she wakes up. Call me if you need anything."
I was dumbfounded. Apparently, the nurse mistook me for Mrs. Hawthorne's husband.
The nurse pulled down the sheet to cover the patient's private area and left me standing at the bedside with a bouquet of flowers.
The door shut, and I looked down at the supine Mrs. Hawthorne. I must say that she had been the object of my fantasies a few times. Her legs were splayed wide apart and covered by a thin sheet.
I checked carefully to see that she was unaware of my presence, and without hesitation I hoisted the sheet and gazed at her naked legs. I lifted the covering a little higher and was face to face with a divine pussy.
I raised the sheet to her waist. Her legs were stretched wide, as they had been for the procedure, I suppose, leaving her pussy on full display, ready for access. And it was magnificent. Her raven black hair was replicated atop the crease of her cunt, but farther below she was bare, revealing voluptuous inner and outer lips and little folds. Prominently displayed near the top cleft of her pussy lips was a sizeable clitoris hood with a tiny pink tip of her clit just barely breaking into view. Perhaps the procedure had stimulated her vaginal region so that everything was exaggerated.
I was in heaven. In no time, I whipped out my camera and made pictures.
She was still asleep as I crouched close to her head and took selfies of us, then I took more photos at different angles, emphasizing her pussy and lovely face.
I debated with myself for all of three seconds before reaching over to touch her pussy. I flicked her pubes back and forth, then examined her more closely. Her clit hood was distended and a tiny little pink pleasure tip was just waiting for me to play with it. As I did, she involuntarily flinched but was still unconscious. The clitoris enlarged slightly and became even more visible.
Not wanting to risk discovery, but respecting the nurse's order to remain with her, I sat in a chair at the foot of the bed, but I left the sheet up so I could enjoy the view.
About two minutes later, the door opened and in came a well dressed man, her husband, I supposed. He was short and carried more weight than he should. As is often the case, her spouse seemed to be a mismatch for such an appealing woman.
He looked at his wife, then at me. I didn't panic. I remained calm and said, "Everything went well, and she'll wake soon."
Mr. Hawthorne stood by his wife's bedside. Then he noticed that his wife's very personal parts were exposed, and I was sitting at the end of the bed with a perfect view of her pussy. Luckily, I was dressed in a dark suit, so apparently he assumed that I was part of the medical staff.
I told him, "The nurse was just here, and she asked me to stay with the patient until she regains consciousness."
Mr. Hawthorne nodded, then walked to a chair next to mine and took a seat.
We sat side by side, looking at his wife's pussy in front of us. I leveled my gaze at her private parts while I sat next to her husband. This was too good to be true, but I had no plan about what to do next. So I made small talk, as if this was the most normal thing in the world.
"How long have you been married?" I asked.
He cleared his throat and answered, "Almost thirty years."
Feeling more confident, I said, "Things went well for her today, and all should be well."
Mr. Hawthorne thanked me for reassuring him. It felt amazing to have him thank me while I looked at his wife's pussy with his approval.
I learned that he was an attorney, and I wondered if what I was doing was illegal. I relaxed when he said he did wills and real estate closings.
We smiled at each other and then looked back at his wife's legs, wide apart in an akimbo position. "You know," I said, "Forgive me for saying this, and I hope it's not improper of me to say this, I have seldom seen a more perfect vagina."
Mr. Hawthorne looked a bit startled, "Oh?"
I wanted to draw his attention to the fact that a stranger was enjoying his naked wife. I continued, "As you can imagine, I've seen many women in this position," nodding toward his wife's widespread legs, "but never such an ideal specimen."
